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"Anger Issues" 

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Ollie didn't know what to expect regarding Scott's newfound athletic abilities, but his friend had plenty of stories to tell the next day in school. 

 "I have a date! A date with Allison! I have a date with Allison!" 

 "I don't care. Tell me about the swimming pool again." 

 Scott rolled his eyes at Oliver's lack of appreciation for his accomplishment, blowing a piece of hair from his face as his friend inspected the baseball bat gripped tightly in his hands. "I already told you twice, I went to bed and woke up in the middle of the woods, and then I am pretty sure I saw the wolf that bit me yesterday, and then I fell into a pool!" 

 Oliver's face scrunched up in confusion at how much that didn't make sense. "Did you get kidnapped or something? Was Stiles anywhere near your house when you went to sleep yesterday, because I have a theory that-" 

 "He was nowhere near my house," Scott cut in, "and that's not even the craziest part-" 

 "Of course it's not." 

 Oliver leaned forward slightly when Scott lifted up his shirt, revealing... well, nothing. 

 At first, the great reveal was very underwhelming, and Oliver was preparing to hit Scott for scaring him, until he realized that yesterday, a blood-soaked bandage covered the now smooth skin. "Wow, dude, what brand of concealer do you use?" 

"I didn't put makeup on it!" Scott exclaimed, his voice a little bit too loud, and causing a group of freshman to give the two a weird look as they passed. Oliver awkwardly waved, trailing behind Scott as they made their way to the dressing room, Ollie playing with the baseball bat in his hand. He lowered his voice when they entered the room, "It just... disappeared overnight." 

 "Like my grade point average in chemistry?" 

 Scott rolled his eyes so intensely that Ollie thought he would die. "Sure. But it still doesn't make sense! I was gonna ask Kat about it, since she's gonna be a doctor and all, but-"

 "Why don't you just ask your mother? A.K.A, the real doctor." 

 "Because I don't want to freak her out! I don't know what the hell is going on! Do I have an infection? Was I drugged? Did I die and is this all some sort of weird version of hell-" 

 "There are so many things wrong with that statement-" 

"-the point is, I don't know what is happening." 

 "Scotty, can I just say... I have no idea what is happening either. You know why? Because you're a werewolf!" 

 "Hey!" Scott shushed his friend as Oliver burst into laughter. He knew he was going to make that joke from the second that Scott told him he was bitten by a "wolf".  He only hoped that Stiles didn't beat him to the chase. "Why is everyone saying that? It's not funny!" 

 "It is kinda funny," Ollie teased, banging his bat against one of the lockers and making Scott wince at the loud noise, "see? That wasn't even that loud!" 

 His eyebrows furrowed as he recounted one of Scott's past statements, "hey, would I be in your version of hell?" 

 "It's like my senses are heightened..." 

 "McCall, would I be in your hell?" 

 "Just go steal something from Stiles's locker!" Scott snapped, fed up with Oliver's unsorted priorities, and making him shrug and grin innocently, "okay." 

 So that is what he did, Ollie cheerfully skipping over to the opposite row of lockers and putting in Stiles's combination, swinging open the door and grinning, "hey, Stilinski's locker is surprisingly clean." 

 "I'm assuming you're going to ruin that?" 

 "You know me so well." 

 Oliver could hear Scott's laugh from across the locker room as he pulled out what he thought was a ball, but ended up just being wadded up socks. He scrunched up his nose in confusion, and peeked his head into the metal box to see if he could find any stray cash. Instead, he heard a loud banging from the other side of the room, and quickly pulled his head out, his ears perking up like a deers. He quietly shut Stiles's locker, and with a baseball bat in one hand and dirty socks in the other, walked over to make sure his friend wasn't being murdered. 

 Instead, he found him yelling at one of the scariest guys in the school. 

 Scott was pinned up against the lockers, Jackson's rough grip holding him in place as he ranted, obviously not afraid that he was probably about to be the victim of first-degree murder. Oliver didn't hear the whole thing, only "I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell!" Before he intervened. 

 "Yo!" He pelted the socks at the bigger boy, hitting him square in the forehead and making him drop Scott and turn to Oliver. The Spanish boy quirked an eyebrow, twirling the bat around in his hands, which Jackson eyed cautiously. "What's going on?" 

 "We're just having a chat." He spat the word like it was venom, lightly shoving Scott toward his friend and earning a glare from both of them. "Nice talkin' to you, McCall." 

 "Go fall down some stairs!" Oliver yelled, crossing his arms and mentally thanking his birth parents for giving him his intimidating skills. He held up his middle finger to Jackson's retreating finger, mumbling a, "asshole," under his breath before sighing and turning to Scott, who looked more annoyed than shaken.  

 "So, McCall, wanna discuss the werewolf theory?" 

 ***

"Have you been taking your medicine?" 

 Oliver looked up at Nicole Denny, who crossed her arms and gave her adopted son a calculating look as he laid on his bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. He mustered up his best innocent look, "yes." 

 "Oliver Lorenzo-" 

 "Please don't use my middle name-" 

 "-you complain about not being able to sleep, and then you still don't take your pills!" 

 Ollie sat up straighter, "I'm sorry that I am against drug use." He quipped, making Nicole bite her lip to hide her grin, trying for a stern look, but only managing a rather amused-looking glare. "Ollie, the doctor said that the pills will help you sleep." She crossed the room to sit next to him on the bed, her curly red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I don't want you to get sick or something." 

 He smiled, leaning his head down so Nicole could ruffle his curls, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. They have have only known each other for a few years, but they're as close to family... they're the only family the other really has, since Nicole divorced her husband, and Ollie lost his family in a car accident. It is hard at times, since Ollie does vividly remember his birth parents, but he loves Nicole and she loves him, which is all they really need. 

 "I'm just not crazy about the idea of sleeping pills," he begrudgedly admitted, "I mean, don't please like, die from those?" 

 Nicole rolled her eyes, "I'm not too worried about you overdosing on sleeping pills, Ol."

"But what if I fall into such a deep sleep that I never wake up?" 

 The woman laughed, lightly smacking the back of Ollie's head and standing up, "you are the most dramatic person I have ever met." 

 Ollie grinned, "It's a gift." 

 Right as the words left his mouth, his phone buzzed on his nightstand, making Ollie grab the device and sigh involuntarily when he saw a text from Stiles, "hey, it's Stiles." 

 Mieczyslaw:

 Is my contact name in your phone still my full name? 

Mieczyslaw: 

 Change it now. 

 Ollie sighed, sharing a look with his mother as he rolled his eyes. 

Ollie Pop :

No. 

Mieczyslaw: 

 You're annoying. 

Mieczyslaw:

 Are you coming to Lydia's tonight? If you aren't you are now because I found something important. 

"Hey, Nicole? Can I go to Stiles's house for a bit?" Oliver asked right as the redhead was leaving. She waved her hand.

 "Hey! It's Friday! How big of a bitch would I be if I said no?" 

 Ollie grinned, quickly kissing her cheek as he stood up from his bed. "Thanks." 

 "Love you." 

 "Love you too!" 

 "Take your pills!" 

"Probably not!" 

 Ollie heard his guardian laughing even after he jogged down the stairs, shoving his phone into the pocket of his jeans. "Wait!" 

 He turned around once he reached the bottom of the staircase, worried that Nicole would press him more about his medication, but instead, she just tossed a shiny pair of keys down the stairs, the boy snatching them up in one swift movement. She responded to her son's thrilled grin with a nonchalant shrug. "What? You think I'd make you go to a girls house without a car? How mean do you think I am?" 

 Ollie barked a laugh, "it's just Lydia's. And don't read my texts over my shoulder!" 

 The redhead waved him off. "Isn't Lydia the one that people think Kat looks like?" 

 "She looks exactly like Kat." 

 Nicole laughed, "have fun, kiddo." 

 Ollie saluted, before turning and running out to the car. It wasn't anything fancy, just a red Honda Covic that Stiles claims to be in love with... but only because the coolest car he has is a beaten up jeep that Oliver claims to like. 

 He typed in Stiles's number and held the phone to his ear as he drove. "What up, Stilinski?" 

 "I think Scott is a werewolf!"  

 Oliver chuckled, "I know, right? He's being so weird! Next thing I know he'll be howling at the freakin' moon or something-" 

"Shut up, I'm being serious!" 

 "Damn, Stilinski-" Oliver reached up to adjust his mirror, deciding that either Stiles lost his mind, or he was actually serious, and someone else lost their mind. "You know that Nick is a psychiatrist, right? She might be able to help calm your insanity-" 

 "I'm not insane you idiot! I'm being serious, and you need to hurry up!" 

 Ollie gave his phone an odd look, as if it would be the same as judging Stiles in person. His tone concerned the Sanchez boy, and he pressed his foot a little bit harder against the gas pedal. "Okay, okay, I'm hurrying, deep breaths." 

 He heard Stiles inhale over the line, and spoke again. "I'll be there in three minutes tops. Is your dad home?" 

 "Don't let him talk to you!" 

 "Oh my-" he flicked his blinker on, turning into Stiles's neighborhood. "But I like your dad!" 

 "I don't care! You like me more! Now please hurry!" 

 "Stiles-" 

 But he couldn't continue, as the line went dead and Ollie furrowed his eyebrows. Wondering what his friend could have discovered that freaked him out so much. He didn't try to call him again, though, he just pressed his foot to the gas and prayed that everyone would be okay.

 ***

Spoiler alert: Everyone was not okay. 

 "Hey, Stilinski, your dad gave me a pudding cup-" Oliver chuckled to himself, swinging the door to his friends bedroom open and regarding the desert through amused eyes. However, any trace of a smile slipped off of his face when he saw the scene in front of him. 

 Scott had his arm across Stiles's chest, his fist reared back like he was going to punch him. His hard gaze faltered, however, when he turned and saw Oliver in the doorway. 

 It was funny, because Ollie knew that he was intimidating. He knew that Scott knew that there were a million ways he could kill him using only the pudding cup in his hand, but the Spanish boy was more confused than angry. 

 Scott about to hit Stiles? The thought doesn't even make sense! 

 He didn't say anything, he just rose his eyebrows almost comically high, and fixed his friend with a look that made Scott take a step away, instead focusing his aggression on the small chair that sat neatly in front of Stiles's desk. 

 "Ugh! I'm sorry. I gotta go get ready for that party, I'm-" he swallowed when he walked past Oliver, who still didn't say anything, but wordlessly opened his pudding. He averted his eyes, "I'm sorry." 

 After the door closed, Oliver turned to Stiles, dipping his finger in the pudding and licking it off. "I'm sorry, but what the hell was that?" 

 Instead of answering, Stiles reached out a shaky finger to point as his chair. Ollie leaned closer, his eyes doubling in size when he saw the jagged claw-marks that extended from one end of the leather to another... they looked.... like some sort of animal's. 

 "We gotta go to that party." 

 "Yeah, we do." 

 And they were gone.